Who knew? I thought I was the female version of Peter Pan. Yet, the next time I blog I will be a septuagenerian. Believe me, in the past several months, this reality has been on my mind. Seventy has forced me to examine my life. Have I made a difference? Have I contributed to the greater good? Have I been the best mom I could. I don’t know.
Then last night I decided to take another tact; I asked myself, “What modern invention rocked me?” My grandfather, who was born in 1892, said over and over, electricity changed his life. Of course, he enjoyed the convenience of indoor plumbing too, which came later.
In preparation for this blog, I asked my 93-year-old mother what rocked her. She struggled with her answer, describing herself as a child of war–born shortly after WWI and living through WWII. She did note she and my dad got their first television in 1950, which later morphed into a big-screen entertainment center. Microwave ovens, cellular phones, disposable diapers, and rotary lawnmowers.
I suspect you think I will say the computer–it, indeed, rocked me. It certainly changed my life, but it was not the first thing. It was my watch. Like many, my first big-girl watch was a Minnie Mouse. Admittedly, numbers have never been my best friend, and I labored learning to tell time. My maternal grandmother frustrated me when I’d ask, “What time is it?”
What does that mean? There’s no quarters on my watch, nor halves, nor three-quarters.
Eventually, I mastered the art of telling time, but my world was shakened when Texas Instruments introduced a digital watch in the early 70’s. Now, with a simple button press, I instantly knew it was 5:45. I didn’t have to wind it. I was in heaven! Thus, began my love affair with watches. I have designer, analog power ones, and was once gifted a Rolex. Rolex–the most over-priced, over-rated, high maintenance watch on the market.
I’ll take my newest one any day. You know the one. The one that counts my steps, monitors my blood pressure, sends me messages and emails, allows me to answer in-coming calls, search the internet, etc. And it tells time!
Seventy is creeping up my shorts. Got to go. Time’s a wasting.